Will shook his head. "Just because you guys feel like you should kill me..." He looked at the group. He had a feeling that avoiding them would be great, but also that if he tagged along, he might understand what was happening here. "So are you guys a gang of some sort?" He asked, hoping they were not well known. "You seem a bit disorganised, but I don't think I could have much say there..." He frowned, trying to decide what the best course of action would be. He looked at the bat, wondering what she would do. "Any idea why he wanted me dead?" He asked.
Warren frowned. Something still felt off, and his ghost was getting a bit feisty. It did not like staying out in the rain doing nothing. Warre smiled. Maybe he could make both the ghost and himself happy. A new pet to play with. And death was unconscious, so who would argue? Warren looked at his ghost. "Pick him up, make sure he stays quiet. And follow." He watched the odd patch of rain move towards Will, smiling with delight at his yell of terror, then grinned even more when the poltergeist decided the best way to keep the dog silent was to bach him out cold. Warren turned to look at the others. "Ready to go?" He asked.















